Castaway Poem by Roy Ballard

I found your love was stronger than I thought.
Upon the brink and hesitant to leap
I dipped a toe and by the current caught
I tumbled headlong in a rushing deep.

I learned to float with you through pleasant dales
where willows overhung their images
and listen to the river telling tales
of castles high and lowly villages.

I little thought of where a river goes
in slow meanders, jagged cataracts;
how over booming falls a torrent flows
to die of thirst in dusty, desert tracts

Now over mud and estuary to sea
which swallows rivers great and small we've passed.
I lost you there, the river ceased to be.
upon a lonely seashore I am cast.